Coming Home

 Guess who's back... back again.. Sierra's back, tell a friend.

Just kidding - she's not back, but she will be.  I don't think I'm willing to get into the nitty gritty of it all, but in September I begrudgingly sent Sierra to CA for consignment. I didn't feel I could give her the home she deserved, and I lied to myself and my peers to justify it. I'm not good enough. She's too talented. I don't have time. I need something 'easier' because I'm a mom now.  I want a packer. I'm tired of riding a project.  While I told myself these things over and over again, a small twinge deep down kept telling me I'd regret it. I even told a few close friends that if she did sell, I think she would always feel like "the one who got away".  I convinced myself she deserved better, but I also put a time limit on things and told my self that if she didn't sell in that period it wasn't meant to be. I was putting it out to the universe, and part of me was hoping (or maybe even praying) that she would come back to me.

She's been gone almost eight weeks, and some local friends who are starting a commercial hauling company are bringing her home on Thursday.  She will likely be arriving quite late at night, so they are going to stall her at their house overnight and bring her over Friday morning and truthfully, I'm really excited for her to be coming home.

Unfortunately due to finances, Eowynn and uncertainty with the local boarding facility, I won't be boarding this winter and I likely wont be hauling into the arena to ride either and she's coming home just as Winter looks to be setting in to stay, but I hope to ride sporadically when I can. Naturally, I won't be schooling anything but hope to spend the winter enjoying her when time and weather permits, and starting fresh in the Spring.  I'm undecided if I will re-market her in the spring, or not but time will tell.  Truth be told, I committed to sending her when I wasn't riding, and once I was riding again things were already aligned for her to be consigned and I felt it was too late to back out. We were having so much fun, and I regretted my rash decision but felt it was too late to flake out. Perhaps my notion that if she is meant to stay with me she won't sell, has some weight to it after all.